Raphael Peterson - Probable Depths lyrics

Exquisite probable depths Here I reside on the lip of the outer edge Hugging myself to my chest Every breath meaning less than the last A toe in the folds of a wheel I'll make a design to appeal to your wounded mind Heaven knows how it'll feel When the wheel unwinds It's time to dive Don't believe the golden light That appears in your eyes (These canyons, these chasms have their lies.) Don't believe the golden light that appears (I believed.) I wish I hadn't